Wednesday, June 11, 2008

I had a hard time getting to sleep, as my mind switched on and ground like an old computer for quite some time before getting the message that I DIDN'T WANT TO LISTEN any more.

I had a hard time staying asleep, as the weather here is being extremely bipolar, and doesn't limit itself to daytime idiosynchrasies. Therefore, snuggling up at 10pm for warmth equates to kicking off covers and loved ones throughout the night to ease sweating.

But I did my best.

I had a hard time staying in my bed as 'Salina woke me at 2.47am to let me know she couldn't get back to sleep. After 17 minutes of soothing her, tucking her in, giving her cough medicine, finding her some water, soothing her, tucking her in, hushing her and telling her to STOP LOOKING AT THE DOGGARNED CLOCK I returned to my own.

Mind decided NOW I might want to listen to it whir. I told it to LET ME SLEEP because I really wanted to.

At sometime o'clock, 'Salina woke me again to tell me about the new scary dream that had woken her again. I just grunted and rolled to allow her some room in our bed because I sure as heck was not going through the 3am ritual again.

6.05 and the heat from bodies on both sides of me meant that my chances were shot. V got up to get ready for work and I got up to get ready for my day.

I went back in to the bedroom to get my computer - 'Salina was no longer in our bed.

That is too cute. I used to sleep with both of my daughters and, needless to say, I had to be in the middle. Every time I moved a muscle one or the other of them would snuggle into the void thus created and I would end up a sweating sardine between them. As soon as it was safe I extricated myself and slept on one side. Aaaah, the joys of motherhood.